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Mark looked as though he would argue, but instead nodded and opened the bathroom door for her. “There’s a bathrobe hanging on the door,” he told her.
Abby undressed and laid her clothes on the chair. She put on Mark’s robe and cinched it around her. She was still a bundle of nerves and her hand shook slightly as she reached for the doorknob. She found Mark already waiting for her in his bedroom.
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Mark had been close to sending a rescue party into the bathroom because she was taking so long. He had to remind himself she was new and nervous. When she finally appeared in his bedroom doorway wearing only his own robe, he calmed himself again with a reminder that she was new to his world. He took a step toward her and drew her further into the room.
He slid the robe from her shoulders and saw Abby shiver. “Next time you’ll undress in front of me.” She held her breath. He leaned in closer. “Yes, Sir,” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Sir,” she repeated.
He kissed her temple. “Good girl.” As he attached the wrist cuffs he said, “Tonight will be a little bit more challenging. You’re going to remember everything I told you, about relaxing and breathing slowly. You don’t need to think about anything or worry about anything. I just want you to feel.”
He guided her slowly backward until she was up against the wall. He took her wrists and clipped them together then raised them above her head and attached them to a short chain on an eyebolt in the wall. Her arms were slightly bent to keep them comfortable. He put one hand behind her head and pulled her forward, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She opened to him instantly, teasing him with soft little licks of her own. To reward her, he slid his other hand down between her legs and rubbed her slit.
He pulled away as he felt the first drops of wetness between her thighs. “We haven’t started yet, pet.” He went to the dresser beside her and opened it. He glanced at her. “Eyes front, pet,” he ordered. She turned her gaze to stare at the wall across from her. He pocketed a few essential items and returned to her.
He kissed her again, caressing her breasts and her stomach. She quivered deliciously at his touch. Then he plugged her nose. When she opened her mouth in surprise and for air, he pulled the gag out of his back pocket and slipped it inside her mouth. With a practiced hand he buckled it swiftly behind her head, faster than roping a calf.
Abby panicked, as he knew she would. She slammed back against the wall and tugged at the cuffs. He grabbed both sides of her head and forced her to look at him. Fear widened her eyes and he was damn sorry for it. “Abby,” he said, speaking calmly and with authority. “Abby remember everything I told you. Breathe. Breathe deeply. One, two, three,” he counted to encourage her.
The ball had holes in it to make breathing easier. He hadn’t wanted to terrify her with visions of suffocating, plus he didn’t want her to hyperventilate and pass out if she couldn’t get enough oxygen just through her nose.
“Nothing bad is going to happen to you,” he assured her. “Just breathe, honey. Deep breath now.”
She started to calm down and control her air intake while her large, green eyes pleaded with him. He smoothed back her hair gently. “Everything’s fine. It’s alright. You can breathe. Is it comfortable?”
Abby shook her head vehemently. He narrowed his gaze at her. “Abby. I didn’t ask if you liked it. I know you don’t like it right now. I asked if it was comfortable. Is it pinching you anywhere? Hurting your jaw?”
Abby seemed to take a long time answering and he knew part of her was considering lying to get him to take it off. In the end she shook her head slowly.
“Good girl,” he told her. “Just be honest. I will never let anything terrible happen to you. Now,” he said, taking a small step back. “I know I told you about safewords and how you use them to stop the scene.” Abby glared at him and he smiled, knowing she was now well past her initial shock. “But you can’t safeword if you’re gagged.” He pulled out a small round plastic ball and held it up. He shook it and a tiny bell jingled inside.
“If you can’t handle what’s happening,” he told her. “If you feel dizzy, or your wrists or arms start to hurt, if you have any problems with the scene, then you drop this and we stop.” He reached up and opened her hand, placing the ball inside. She gripped it tightly. “Okay?” he asked and she nodded.
